Richard stood before the king and felt like a thief. "I should let you get to court," he said, rising from the chair. "You look almost sober enough to attend."
Henry's eyes remained fixed on him.
Richard bowed slightly. "I will get some rest and see my father before I head back to Kingsmere. I rode through the night. My bones are exhausted."
Henry gave a small smile and a nod. "Sure. Thank you for stopping by. I appreciate it."
"Of course, my lord." Richard bowed and exited the room.
Henry remained still. Only for a minute. Then his gaze shifted toward the door. Richard's reaction had been wrong.
A stiffness when Beaumont's was mentioned. A pale look when Henry spoke of the fall.
Henry's mind began reassessing every expression. He quickly walked over to the head of his bed and yanked hard on the bell rope.
